The chest in the center

Choosing the so-called “gift for adventurers,” Kasha jumped onto the middle platform.

Commencing her inspection, Kasha noted none of the telltale signs of mechanical traps like trip wires. So, she popped open the chest.

But rather than treasure, the chest was full of fleshy red tentacles!

This was a mimic!

Kasha tried to step away from it, to run around it to leap down to the next part of the dungeon, but tentacles wrapped around her wrists before she could get away.

Like thin tongues, tentacles reached out and began to caress her body. She felt a slight tingle where the tentacles touched skin, and noticed her clothes were melting away on contact!

Trying to pull away, more tentacles wrapped around Kasha’s ankles, lifting the blonde elf into the air. With no way to resist besides squirming around, Kasha was helpless as the tentacles pulled her into the chest and slammed the lid back down.

Everything was dark. The only sounds Kasha could hear were the licking sounds of tentacles rubbing against her skin, and her own ragged breathing.

The mimic’s ministrations had melted all of Kasha’s clothes, bits of her gear sinking through the tentacles to the bottom of the chest, beyond Kasha’s reach.

Desperately, Kasha tried to squeeze her legs shut, to prevent the tentacles from entering her.

But they weren’t interested in those holes.

Instead, a tentacle with a suction cup on the end grabbed onto one of Kasha’s breasts and began pumping and squeezing.

Moaning, Kasha couldn’t resist the pleasure of her breast being played with, of her nipple being molested.

A second cupped tentacle attached itself to Kasha’s other breast, and she could only helplessly mewl as they did their work.

It seemed the tentacles wanted something, but they weren’t getting it. Kasha could almost sense the frustration.

That was when a third, especially thick, tentacles **** its way past her lips and down her throat. It began to thrust, muffling the elf’s moans, and in short order began to shoot something down Kasha’s defenseless throat.

As the liquid filler her belly, Kasha began to grow hot. The heat was especially intense around her breasts. She was becoming dramatically hornier, as her breasts became more sensitive.

While her breasts were rapidly beating up, Kasha’s loins were slowly heating up as well. She began helplessly humping the humid air, now **** for a tentacle to fill her.

But nothing did.

And so Kasha was left squirming in the grip of the tentacles as they played with her breasts, slowly moving her towards climax.

After an eternity, Kasha could feel it. She was almost there. She was so horny she just wanted to orgasm with no regard for thought or shame.

Finally, the relentless pumping of the tentacles attached to her breasts pushed Kasha over the peak, and juices squirted from her pussy.

But not just her pussy. She felt something coming out of her nipples, a spray at first, but then as if a dam had broken a steady trickle was being milked from her breasts.

That was when it clicked in her lust-addled mind: she was being milked. Whatever the mimic had **** her to drink had **** her to lactate, and now the tentacles were milking her.

And it felt. So. Fucking. Good.

So much better than if the tentacles had brutally pounded her pussy and asshole.

The feeling of being milked was constant, steady, almost relaxing, but still pleasurable.

The continued molestation wrung another orgasm out of Kasha, and the mimic was rewarded by another spurt of milk from Kasha’s nipples, and a stronger flow afterwards.

Although she could not see it, Kasha’s breasts had begun to grow. And as she was milked, they would continue to grow.

The now-forgotten tentacle down her throat would still fill her belly now and then, keeping her fed and aroused.

Who knew how much time would pass for Kasha’s trapped with this mimic, before someone else tried to open the chest. Who knew if they’d be able to pry Kasha out.

Who knew if she’d even want to be freed, or if she’d try to drag her would-be rescuer in to share her fate.

BAD END